You know,
@yrsillar, while the interlude was otherwise great, one thing that disappointed me was the lack of showing here. Ling Qingge SAYS that she expected Qi to be "not fundamentally different" and those expectations were denied, and she says that "even the authoritative patriarch she recalled from her early memories paled compared to her daughter", but none of this describes HOW. What was it about Ling Qi that her mother found to be inhumanly exceptional? What ABOUT her surpasses the He patriarch?
This was one of the points I was most looking forward to seeing from the interlude, and it's lack makes me sad.
Her daughter had grown.
And
how.
As tall as her father had been, with hair that glittered with a beauty beyond that of diamond; skin softer and smoother than silk; and those eyes, like shards of ice! She had become the night sky and winter sun, dark and radiant, awesome and inscrutable. A god, or something much like it.
But when Biyu said, with the solemn disdain of childhood for any divinity not theirs: "Pretty Sister, wan' up," suddenly the god was ten again, small and grubby and anxiously earnest.
"Mother, can I?"
It took a great deal of Qingge's fragile self-control not to smile. Too much, perhaps.
"Mother?" Qi asked, concerned.
Qingge shook her head, voice just slightly hoarse. "Do not worry, it is nothing."
"Mama cries," Biyu said, appallingly matter-of-fact. "But it's seek-wet." Without a trace of shame she then added, pleadingly: "Pretty Sister, wan' up!"
With no other recourse, Qingge took refuge in the familiar patterns of parenthood to hide her mortification.
"Biyu, be polite."
The youngest Ling screwed her face up, but though her lower lip wobbled, did not cry. "Pretty Sister, pwease wan up?"
"Of - of course?" Qi said eyes flashing towards her.
Qingge nodded, her own aimed down, not meeting those of her eldest. She would not be able to bear it, to see pity in her true blue eyes.
But still she saw how, with infinite gentleness, as if she were cradling the most precious of treasures, Qi picked her little sister up.
Biyu giggled and Ling Qi's mouth split into an answering grin. Wind and light danced around Biyu, ruffling her hair and with something akin to the helpless anger Ling Qingge felt when yet another shop, another establishment refused her patronage, but inverted, hatred and desperation and old hurt replaced by something all too different. She had heard of men and women, too long on the edge of starvation, when given too rich fare - eat their fill and die content and imagined she was the same. She longed to reach forward, to place her arms around her little family and make promises she could not keep. A breeze wrapped around her, light as the sun, but as unyielding and unending as the great forests she had witnessed on the trip here.
Ling Qi let Biyu's hands roam exploratively across her face, turning the flawless into the goofy.
"Mother-"
"Yes?"
"You and Biyu will want for nothing, I swear it."
A rebuke - no, Ling Qi was not petty, merely thoughtless. She dabbed her eyes and tried to remember how to smile. "This is enough."
"This is more than enough."
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Note: Personally, I think that what people want is more suitable for omakes than actual updates. Emotional catharsis at this point is what the audience might want, but I doubt estranged family members reuniting results in a fairy tale. If anything has been consistent about this quest it is that relationships take work and I wouldn't want want
@yrsillar to compromise on that.
But omakes get to ignore the long-term in favor of short-term payoffs so here you go.
Edit: I can't be sure of word count seeing as I wrote this on my phone, but my guess is 'pretty dang short.' I don't need points for this one yrs.